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Chapter five hundred and forty-seven: things that do not know life or death

However, our own people are already at the end of their strength, and the longer they fight, the faster their physical strength is depleted.

Coupled with the exhaustion of these five days and five nights, they are now strong on the outside but capable on the outside. Facing the puppets who are tireless and do not know the meaning of death, their fate can be imagined.

In less than half a stick of incense, the juniors were knocked to the ground one by one. Even if they wanted to resist, they had no strength to stand up again.

Now, only Ye Jianan and Dewey can resist for a while.

The puppets weren't in a hurry anymore, they surrounded them and didn't take action immediately.

I heard one of the puppets say in a cold tone, "No matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless. To avoid unnecessary pain, you should surrender and be captured. This is your only way out."

Ye Jianan raised his sword and asked loudly, "Where is our master? Where are the other junior brothers? Have they been poisoned by you?"

"Master is merciful. Your master and junior brother are not in danger. If you want to see them, just put down your weapons and follow us."

"Lots of nonsense." Dewey cursed and then asked, "Let me ask you, who in the hell ordered you to do this? What is your intention?"

The puppets obviously lost their patience. One of the leading puppets gave a final warning: "One last time, put down your weapons and follow us, otherwise your sword has no eyes!"

"What should I do, senior brother? It seems impossible to leave now."

Dewey tried his best to calm down and look for a breakthrough, but seeing a group of eager puppets surrounding him and Ye Jian'an, even if the two of them were full of physical strength and spiritual energy, they couldn't escape unscathed, let alone now.

Ye Jian'an said in a low voice with a solemn expression, "I will try my best to hold them back while you find a chance to escape. The only way is to tell the Danqi Alchemist Guild what happened to us and ask them to send someone to rescue them. Only in this way will Master and the others have a chance to survive."

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Dewey vetoed it without even thinking, "No, if you want to leave, it's up to you, senior brother, to leave. I'll stay to stop them. You are the proud disciple of the master, and the one who has the best chance of inheriting the master's legacy is you, senior brother, so nothing can happen to you!"

Ye Jianan and the others came from a small country, not an alchemist guild, but a small sect.

Their master is the only fourth-level alchemist there, and he is highly respected and respected by the world.

When it comes to alchemy, Ye Jian'an has a good talent and is also the alchemist who has the best chance of surpassing his master.

Dewey is willing to sacrifice his life for justice. The most important thing is that Ye Jianan treats him like a brother and cares about him.

If it weren't for the former's constant teaching and patient explanation, he wouldn't have made such rapid progress. Apart from their master, only Ye Jian'an could beat him in the art of alchemy!

"Master is not here, my words are equivalent to master's orders, do you want to disobey?" Dewey was so stubborn at this juncture, Ye Jianan was also a little annoyed, and couldn't help but yelled loudly, "No one can escape if we push each other."

After being yelled at by his senior brother, Dewey was a little shaken, but he soon gave up the idea of ​​escaping alone. "Normally I can listen to you, but this time you must listen to me."

The puppets stared blankly at the two brothers and sisters giving way to each other. They couldn't help but feel funny and naive.

So, the leading puppet asked with a strange expression, "Do you two think of us as air, or do you think of us as dead people?"

"It's a waste of time, take it!"

The leading puppet gave an order, and the puppets with dull expressions quickly surrounded them.

Ye Jianan gritted his teeth, holding the cold sword and trying to open a gap to let Dewey escape.

Seeing this, Dewey also rushed forward, squandering the spiritual energy in both of them as if they were free of money.

For a moment, there was a cold sword shadow, and the sword energy was like the wind.

Under the light of the blazing fire, long black shadows were swaying on the ground.

The cold sword passed by from time to time, occasionally stabbing someone, but Ye Jianan knew that this flesh wound could not cause actual harm to these perverted puppets.

Rushing left and right, they were all forced to retreat.

Two minutes later, Dewey had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, and his hand holding the sword showed signs of trembling. He was not shaking because of fear, but it was a sign of physical exhaustion.

After five days and five nights of desperate mental stress, and now a large amount of spiritual energy being output, even the strongest martial arts expert can't bear it.

It was remarkable that he could hold on until now. If the desire to survive had not occupied his heart, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Two fists are no match for four hands. If the puppets had not left them alive, they would have been ruthlessly killed as soon as they came into contact.

A dull clap sounded, and Dewey flew backwards. Before he could fall to the ground in a panic, the four nearby puppets directly held him up in a large shape.

Ye Jianan's heart tightened, and he sheathed his sword and turned to rescue Dewey, but before he could run far away, the figure in front of him flickered, and the leading puppet appeared in his path with a dull gaze.

Before he could be surprised by the opponent's speed, Ye Jianan's back was attacked by other puppets. For a moment, he felt as if his waist bone was about to break and he was in excruciating pain.

He puffed out his chest and flew forward. The leader of the puppet showed a ferocious smile and caught Ye Jianan in the air.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

The puppet humiliated Ye Jianan with disdain, and then punched him hard in the stomach.

Ye Jianan felt a cramp in his abdomen, as if a knife was stabbing his internal organs. His eyes bulged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, directly onto the puppet's pale face.

Under the illumination of the fire, the bloody face of the puppet added a bit of horror.

The leading puppet was not angry. Under Ye Jianan's expression of wanting to gag, the former's long tongue licked around the edge of his mouth, and the tongue coating was rolled up with the smelly blood and he took it back into his mouth.

With a sound of "Gulu!", the puppet swallowed the blood into its stomach with an expression that was still full of meaning, as if the blood was a precious liquid.

Ye Jianan's stomach was churning, but in his panic, he forgot what nausea was.

The puppet carried Ye Jian'an and said fiercely, "If the master hadn't ordered you alchemist to survive, I would have really wanted to disembowel you on the spot and let your blood flow freely. You should be grateful to my master for his kindness."

"Senior brother...senior brother..."

Seeing their fellow apprentices being so humiliated by others, a group of fellow apprentices struggled on the ground and tried to stand up, but their struggles seemed so powerless under the restraints of the puppets.

As alchemists, they spend most of their time immersed in studying the art of alchemy, and fighting is too blank for them.


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